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Title: Atomic!
Language: English
Credits: Greg Weeks, Mary Meehan, Alex White & the online
Distributed Proofreaders Canada team at
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We don’t win our posts in Bio Control until we’ve been through
exhaustive tests and a lot of heavy training. None of us are
hypnosis-prone. We can’t afford to be. It’s been tried.
We can’t be hypnotized except under very special circumstances
safeguarded by Bio Control itself.
No, the answer wasn’t that easy. It seemed to lie in—myself. Some
door had slammed in the center of my brain, to shut in vital
information that must not escape—yet—under any circumstances at
all.
The minute I hit on that analogy I knew I was on the right trail. I felt
safer and surer of myself. Whatever had happened in that blank
space just passed my instinct was in control now. I could trust that
instinct.
“... break-through, just as the boys reported,” Davidson was saying.
“That must be what started the lake pouring up. Nothing stirring there
now, though. I suppose the regular sky-scanners are watching it?”
His glance crossed mine and I knew he was right. I knew he was
talking to me, not Williams. Of course the lake couldn’t be hidden
now that it was out in plain sight. We couldn’t make a worse mistake
than to rouse interest in ourselves and the lake by telling obvious lies
about it....
What lake?
Like a mirage, swimming slowly back through my mind, the single
memory came. Ourselves, standing on the raw, bare rock of the
deathly Ring-center, looking through a rift of mist like a broad, low
window a mile long and not very high.
The lake was incredibly blue in the dawn, incredibly calm. Beyond it
a wall of cliff stretched left and right beyond our vision, a wall like a
great curtain of rock hanging in majestic folds, pink in the pink dawn,
looming about its perfect image reflected in the mirror of the lake.
CHAPTER II
The Other Peril
Someone was shaking me.
I sat up dizzily, meeting a stare that I recognized only after what
seemed infinities of slow waking. Davidson, his pink face frightened,
shook me again.
“What happened? What was it? Jim, are you all right? Wake up, Jim!
What was it?”
I let him help me to my feet. The room began to steady around me
but it reeled sharply again when I saw what lay before the ticker, the
tape looping down about him—face down on the floor, blood still
crawling from the bullet hole in his back....
Williams never saw who got him. It must have been the same flash
that blinded me. I felt my cheek for the powder burn that must have
scorched it as the unseen killer fired past my face. I felt only
numbness. I was numb all over, even my brain. But one thing had to
be settled in a hurry.
How much time had elapsed? Had that deadly message gone out
while I lay here helpless? I made it to the ticker in two unsteady
strides. The tape that looped the fallen Williams still bore its
dangerous message.
Whoever fired past my cheek had fired for another reason, then,
than this message. Of course, for how could anyone else have
known its importance? There was a bewildering mystery here but I
had no time to think about it.
I tore off the tape, crumpled it into my pocket. I flipped the ticker
switch and sent a reverse message out as fast as my shaking hand
could operate the machine.
FITZGERALD URGENT URGENT MEET ME AT RING
POST 27 AM LEAVING HEADQUARTERS NOW DO
NOTHING UNTIL I ARRIVE URGENT SIGNED J. OWEN.
Davidson watched me, round-eyed, as I vised for a helicopter. He
put out his hand as I turned toward the door. I forced myself to stop
and think.
“Well?” I said.
He didn’t speak. He only glanced at Williams’ body on the floor.
“No,” I said. “I didn’t kill him. But I might have if that had turned out to
be the only way. There’s trouble at the lake.” I hesitated. “You were
there too, Dave. Do you know what I mean?” I wasn’t quite sure what
I was trying to find out. I waited for his answer.
“You’re the boss,” was all he said. “Still, it wasn’t any mutation that
did—this. It was a bullet. You’ve got to know who shot him, Jim.”
“I don’t though. I blanked out. Something ...” My mind whirled and
then steadied again with a sudden idea. I put a hand to my forehead,
dizzy with trying to remember things still closed to me.
“Maybe something like a mutation had a part in it at that,” I
conceded. “Maybe we’re not alone in wanting to—to keep the lake
quiet. I wonder—could something from the Ring have blanked me
out deliberately, so I wouldn’t see Williams killed?”
But there wasn’t time to follow even that speculation through. I said
impatiently, “The point is, Dave, one man’s death doesn’t mean a
thing right now. The Ring....” I stopped unable to go on. I didn’t need
to.
“What do you want me to do?” Davidson asked. That was better. I
knew I could depend on him, and I might need someone dependable
very soon.
“Take over here,” I said. “I’m going to see Fitzgerald. And listen,
Dave, this is urgent. Hold any messages Fitzgerald sends. Any!
Understand?”
“Check,” he said. His eyes were still asking questions as I went out.
Neither of us could answer them—yet.
The desolation spun past below me, aftermath of the Three-Hour
War, ruined buildings, ruined fields, ruined woods. Far off I could
catch a pale gleam of water beyond the seething edge of the Ring.
I’d been en route long enough to make some sort of order in my
mind—but I hadn’t done it. Evidently more than time would be
required to open the closed doors in my brain. I had been in the Ring
today—I had seen something or learned something there—and
whatever I learned had been of such vital and terrible import that
memory of it was wiped from Davidson’s mind and mine until the
hour came for action.
I didn’t know what hour or what action. But I knew with a deep
certainty that when the time for decision came I would not falter.
Along with the terror and the blackness in my mind went that one
abiding knowledge upon which all my actions now were based. I
could trust that instinct.
Fitzgerald’s copter was waiting. I could see his lead-suited figure,
tiny and far below, pacing up and down impatiently as I dropped
toward him. My copter settled lightly earthward. And for a moment
another thought crossed my mind.
Williams! A man murdered, a man I knew and had worked with. A
man I liked. That should have affected me much more deeply than it
did. I knew why it hadn’t. Williams’ death was unimportant—
completely trivial in the face of the—the other peril that loomed
namelessly, in all its invisible menace, like a shrouded ghost rising
from the lake beyond us.
Fitzgerald was a big blond man with blue eyes and a scar puckering
his forehead, souvenir of our last battle with mutated marmosa in the
Atlanta Ring. His transmitter-disc vibrated tinnily as I got out of the
copter.
“Hello, chief. You got my second message?”
“No. What was it?”
“More funny stuff.” He gestured toward the Ring. “In the lake this
time—signs of life. I can’t make anything out of it.”
I drew a deep breath of relief. Davidson would have stopped that
message. It was up to me now to find a way to keep Fitzgerald quiet.
“We’ll take a look at the lake, then,” I said. “What’s your report?”
“Well....” He shifted uneasily from one foot to the other, glancing at
me through his face-plate as if he didn’t quite expect me to believe
him. “It’s a funny place, that lake. I got the impression it was—well,
watching me.
“I know it sounds silly but I have to tell you. It could be important, I
suppose. And then when I was making a second turn over the water
I saw something, in the lake.” He paused. “People,” he added after a
moment.
“What kind of people?”
“I—they weren’t human.”
“How do you know?”
“They weren’t wearing lead suits,” he said simply, glad of a chance to
pin his story down with facts. “I figured they were either not human or
else insane. They heard my ship. And they went into the lake.”
“Swimming?”
“They walked in. Right under the water. And they stayed there.”
“What did they look like?”
“I didn’t get a close look,” he said evasively, his eyes troubled as
they avoided mine.
I was aware of a strange, mounting excitement that swelled in my
throat until I could hardly speak. I jerked my head toward the lake.
“Come on,” I said.
There lay the blue water, moving gently in the breeze. The cliffs like
folded curtains rose beyond it. There was no sign of life in sight as
we crossed the bare, pitted rocks. Fitzgerald eyed me askance as
we clumped toward the water in our heavy lead-lined boots. I knew
he expected doubt from me.
But I knew also that he had told the truth. The lost memory of danger
sent its premonitory shadows through my mind and I believed, dimly,
that I too had seen those aquatic people, sometime in that
immediate past which had been expunged from my brain.
We were halfway across the rocks, our Geiger-counters clicking
noisy warning of the death in the air all around us, when the first of
the lake people rose up before us from behind a ledge of rock.
He was a perfectly normal looking man—except that he stood there
in khaki trousers and shirt, sleeves rolled up, in the bath of potent
destruction which was the very air of the Ring. He looked at us with a
blankness impossible to describe and yet with a strangely avid
interest in his eyes.
When we were half a dozen paces away he raised his arm and,
without changing expression, in a voice totally without inflection, he
spoke.